1976 Poetry Class extra credit
I stand alone surrounded by the sand
I see there are three paths awaiting me.
In front of me are endless miles of land
On one side of the desert is the sea.
The third path is a city fortified
My future's destiny lies in my choice.
My mind is telling me I must decide
I yell for help, but no one hears my voice.
Upon the ocean sits a waiting ship
With tall strong masts and white & flowing sails.
The waiting vessel finds me in its grip
The other paths to me are no avail.
Like many things that must be done alone
My course decided, now I must be gone.
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